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swordandscytheandpen · 8 months ago

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Finished Guide. I have thoughts.

Mostly positive ones. I have nitpicks, sure, but it's damn near impossible to write a fully satisfying resolution to a three million word story. EE did an insanely good job considering.

Akua was one of the highlights, of course. Her arc was indeed probably the single best redemption story I've ever seen. The pivot in Praes, in particular, was amazingly compelling ("why was she not hearing the song?" hit me HARD). @kvothbloodless once responded to my tags while I was in the middle of Book 2, assuaging my skepticism that a character as remarkably hateable as Akua could have a well-executed redemption arc, and I gotta say her confidence was well-placed. It's a testament to EE's character writing skills that a character who is not only morally monstrous but immensely personally unlikeable could be turned around like this. I'll make fun of Guide's length, of course, but I don't think an arc like this could be handled so well in a work of reasonable length. It's a strength both of the writer and the medium, I suppose.

Her final fate, like most of the cast's, was a pretty solid conclusion to her character arc as well. Really followed through on the narrative's refusal to entertain redemption through death, while still being a surprise, unlike the whole Dead-King's-jailor thing. The dynamics of that particular fate on her character had already been explored through her and Cat's thoughts several times, so it's nice to see something different, instead of just watching the original plan play out with rings instead of a crown.

Same goes for a lot of the other characters. Viv and Indrani had excellent conclusions. Masego and Hakram I'm not dissatisfied with, though I do have minor points of umbrage. Hakram's arc might just have gone past me a little bit; I feel that if he has to be tied so tightly to the Clans as a whole he really needed more foreshadowing connecting him to his home. Instead, it felt a little bit like a family-conquers-all story shoved in with only justification in the moment, which ain't really my cup of tea. More specifically, it felt like the narrative required him to have deeply-held goals that he could go be independent about, but forgot to actually touch on those goals until he'd already left Catherine. Still, just a mild disappointment.

Then we've got Masego, and my take on him is similar in that it's broadly satisfying but I just feel like it doesn't fit in certain ways. In his case, it's mostly the apotheosis: the edges of that particular puzzle piece seem rough, as if EE had something else in mind but swapped it out relatively late in the process. There was some hinting that his dream of godhead would result in conflict with Cat, and then they just... didn't do that. Then in the epilogues, it really seems like his apotheosis hadn't made much impact on who he is or what he does. His part of the epilogue would have been just as suitable, to my eyes, if he hadn't achieved that. So it fell flat a little bit, which took some of the wind out of his ending. Everything else about him was great though.

Catherine's ending took the longest for me to think through. At first I was a bit ambivalent about it, 'cause it felt like nothing was really subverted. Minus a few hiccups, she got everything she wanted. Cardinal. The Liesse Accords. Even all the Woe surviving. The only thing she didn't get was Akua, and she already knew that wasn't on the table. I really just did not expect a straightforward Catherine Wins ending to the Guide. I thought she'd probably die at least; in fact, I thought the most likely outcome was Cat's death and her goals being posthumously realized! This story sure felt like a tragic ending was coming down the pipes!

And then once again, I remembered that this is a story about stories. What Cat has isn't just a happy ending, it's one last victory over the narrative. It's a middle finger to the idea that villains don't get to sail off into the sunset. And you know, it really takes some strength to put a fresh coat of paint on the very idea of a happy ending. So yeah, Cat's ending is great. Just perfect.

But of course, there's no way to wrap up three million words while satisfying every single plot point. So, keeping in mind that APGTE is probably among my top 5 written works in the English language now, I do have a point or two of order.

First off, towards the end, Named were dying like flies. Felt like every chapter had a list of casualties all its own. And I can see the drive to do that; there were a lot of Named involved by that point and there had to be casualties. It keeps the stakes high and the villains scary. But I can't help but feel discouraged from reading once six characters I'm somewhat engaged with die in the span of two chapters. Mostly offscreen.

The biggest offender here was the Painted Knife's band. I really loved the bonus chapter about their backstories, as well as the concept of them as the first band containing both heroes and villains, and I'd wish we'd seen nore of how that relationship developed. And I thought it was a weighty enough label that they'd shot up again later. So when it was mentioned offhand that the Royal Conjurer was killed, I was blindsided a little bit. And then the rest died, one by one, offscreen (except the Knife). Poor Poisoner. She was my favorite. Felt like wasted potential, like a story that wasn't followed through to the end. The Blade of Mercy was in a similar boat. He was important in the Arsenal arc! Let him die onscreen at least!

There was Roland too, who wasn't as bad. His death wasn't really satisfying, another surprise Hawk casualty, but at least it was shown and meaningful. Still, I feel like he deserved a proper character arc outside his backstory. Poor guy.

A couple other deaths, too: Rafaella and Alexis in the fight against the Dead King. Rafaella was ambiguous enough that I really wasn't sure whether she was dead for a while, and even after... I dunno. The hero who killed Captain needed a stronger resolution than "sacrificed herself to get rid of the Dead King's last line of revenants." Then Alexis's death just wasn't meaningful; it wasn't for anything. And I know, I know, that's not how death works, but it is in stories! Didn't feel right. It was too fast.

But the Keter deaths were really my biggest gripe, and if that's the biggest problem I have with a conclusion to a story that long? I can only offer applause.

You know what death I didn't have a problem with? Hanno, in the epilogue. How the hell do you kill a character that major in just a few sentences and make it feel satisfying? The epilogues were just all-around great. The character deaths and resolutions felt natural, plot points that were touched on in the main story were shown to ultimately be left to the next generation, and the continued history and development of the world made it feel so alive. It's a common sin for characters to create a new static world that's supposed to feel like it'll last forever. And sure, the framework of the Accords are kinda like that, but the rest of the world? There are still wars, still conflicts, still upheavals. (The Republic of Orense was a nice touch in that regard.) The epilogues are nearly flawless and I will stand by that.

Last thing - of course I gotta talk about Anaxares. When Yara dropped him into the Serenity, I was pretty hyped about it. But then... I dunno. It turned out a bit flat. Felt less like the culmination of Anaxares's character and more like a plot device to cross the Serenity out of the equation. At the end of the day, with Anaxares sitting in the Serenity through the final battle and then appearing in the epilogues just to pop up years in the future, cause problems, and run off again, he felt weirdly like a sequel hook? And forgive me, but I'd eat my hat if there's a sequel. I guess it's imagination bait, which is certainly preferable to a poorly-executed conclusion. He's still my favorite non-Cat character. If there's any decent fic about him, please give it.

Speaking of, that's all I've got. Looking back up, this was mostly petty complaints, but I wanna be clear: once the first few books were past and EE broke their worst writing habits, this became one of my favorite writing pieces ever. The length and the proliferation of typos and other errors mean that I'd hesitate to fullthroatedly recommend it to anyone, but it's one of those works that has permanently altered my brain. Good fucking book.

Okay, Pale Lights time. Hopefully I'll catch up before Book 3 comes to an end, but I'm not gonna rush. Rapidly chewing through ridiculously long works is not, I have learned, conducive to getting the most enjoyment out of them.

#sorry for the most of you that do not have any idea what this is about.#read guide if you've got a year to spare.#mine #long post #apgte #pgte #a practical guide to evil #practical guide to evil

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jennamoran · 1 year ago

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The Far Roofs

So today I want to talk a bit about what this game wants to be. In particular, I'm going to go over its key technical and artistic goals.

The Far Roofs focuses on immersive hidden world fantasy adventure. It's intended to offer the experience of a grounded, emotionally real base world attached to an idealized, fantastic "hidden world" setting.

One might say, the streets and buildings and houses of the game's world are basically our own. Above us, though, is a stranger, more idealized, and more fantastic place. It's hard to get to. It's dangerous. It's less grounded. It's full of wonder.

Those are the Far Roofs.

This divide exists to make the game feel as real as possible, if you want to go that way. That's part of what hidden world fantasy is about, after all---the idea that magic is here. That it's not in some distant alien land or mythic future or past.

It's here, if you want to reach for it.

(Now, the game is flexible enough that you can play "protagonist" types instead of realer people, and many traditional gaming groups will probably prefer that, but that'll mean getting less of that immersive effect.)

The mood the game is interested in is that feeling you get when you take a huge risk---move to a new place; try a new thing. The feeling you get in those times in your life when everything is alienated and wondrous and terrifying but there's also so much more *hope* than there was in the still times before.

It's a mood of being swept up and called forward.

This is, among other things, meant to be a game for people who've been beaten down or exhausted by the ... everything ... to feel that sensation of moving forward again.

To remember what it's like, why it's worth it, how to reach for it again.

It's meant---and I do understand that I am finite and flawed and this can only go so far---as a tonic and refreshment to the soul.

Rules

The Far Roofs uses a 5d6-based dice pool system for day-to-day task resolution. It's relatively traditional and optimized for fast, fun dice reading. There's a loose consensus I've seen in RPG design circles that dice are for when outcomes are uncertain and both options are interesting, and I don't disagree ... but there's also this thing where rolling dice to decide is intrinsically interesting and fun, where it's fuel for a certain part of the brain.

This game tries to get as much out of that side of dice as it can.

You'll also collect letter tiles and cards over the course of the game. This is for bigger-picture stuff:

To answer big questions and to complete big projects, you'll either assemble representative words out of those tiles, or, play a poker hand built out of those cards. Word and their nuances express ideas and shape how outcomes play out; poker hands, conversely, just give a qualitative measure of how much work you do or how well things will go.

In keeping with this, the campaign is represented principally in the form of questions or issues your words and hands can address. Player/GM-created campaigns would be the same.

Physical and Electronic Product

I wanted to put the print version within the range of as many people who might need that tonic as possible. That means that for this particular game, I wanted to cover the full territory that I'd normally cover in a two or three volume set (core rules, setting, and campaign) in a single 200-250-page volume.

In practice this means there's a guide and examples for constructing the setting, rather than a deep dive into a fully-detailed world; that there's a bit less in the way of whimsical digression and flourish than in the writing I'm known for; that there's minimal "flavor" text on abilities; and that the campaign presentation is pretty fast-paced.

Conversely, it means that the game should be easy to absorb and to share with other possible players, and, that the game and campaign in this one relatively small volume should provide enough content for five or six years of play.

The book will be 8.5"x11" with grayscale art, available in a limited hardcover print run and a print-on-demand softcover form.

On the Rats

You'll see a lot of talk from me and others about the talking rats in this game. They're one of the jewels of the experience, and I think they're probably a significant draw just for being talking rats that are core to the game.

... but I'm going to hold off for now, because, to be clear, this is not a game of playing talking rats. It's just a game where talking rats and probably one of the top three most important setting elements.

I couldn't get that feeling I wanted of ... the base world being grounded realism; of the hidden world pulling you up and out and into a world full of magic ... with your playing rats, with your playing something so distant from the typical player.

So this is not a game of playing them.

They're just ... I like rats, and so I made the rats in this game with love. They're great ... whatever the equivalent is to "psychopomps" is for a magical world instead of for death ... and a way of talking about how in the face of the world, we're all pretty small.

I'm really excited about this game; the playtest was lovely.

I hope you'll enjoy it as well!

#the far roofs #jenna moran #rpgs

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itsbenedict · 28 days ago

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I had mixed feelings on Dark Deity, an indie Fire Emblem knockoff that came out a while back. While extremely fun to play, it was chock full of bugs and its story was a hilariously aimless mess that sorely needed a writer.

There is now a Dark Deity 2, for which they hired an actual writer this time! And... I'm... not entirely sure it's better?

Story

Like- okay, on a nuts-and-bolts level, it's a lot more competent. There's nothing on the level of the infamous brother death scene in DD1. The character arcs of the core cast are executed decently well, and the choice to make Irving a Bad Dad and the source of a lot of the protagonists' grief was pretty fun. Almost every choice the characters make in the game is understandable and pushes the story forward, the pacing is a lot better, and the focus on regional geopolitics is really welcome and shows a lot more thought and effort put into the worldbuilding than last go-round. I felt like I did get a decent sense of what Verroa is like as a world, and how the nations related to one another. In particular, the main antagonist had a believable motivation and believable flaws that tied into themes that the game did a good job building up.

Which... makes some of the structural choices it makes really bizarre.

The main thing of note: it does not resolve any of what it sets up. There's all these weird subplots that really hooked me- a tearing veil between worlds, a secret organization with an agenda around manipulating it, Arthur's weird maybe-demon-something origins and how they're affecting him... all of that built up, and then left as sequel bait or something. The actual story is just how you Fightgood a War-do against Big King Evil Badman.

This is continuing in the footsteps of DD1, which also set up a bunch of mysterious magic shit, only to sideline it in favor of having you kill Big King Evil Badman. But at least DD1 had you ever even encounter its shadowy magic chessmaster badguys! Even if their plot made no sense, you got to fight them about it!

But it's not just the magic plot stuff. DD2 wants to give you choices, this time- big, difficult, interesting choices with far-reaching implications! And they are interesting choice points- which of this conquered country's institutions are you going to rescue from destruction? Will you destroy this country's border wall to pressure them into joining the conflict? I had to give all of them some serious thought!

None of them matter though. This is a linear story, and none of these decisions can be allowed to affect the outcome one way or another. One closes its narrative branch immediately, others only affect which NPC shows up later to pretend to matter but not really, and another gets literally no resolution at all and has no consequences beyond which loot you get at the end of the map. For as interesting as they are, the structure of the game doesn't let them be anything more than narrative cul-de-sacs.

There's also an odd decision made structurally here- a blog post by the game's new writer says:

I've talked about before, in mostly unofficial capacities, how SRPG players frequently mention wanting to see the entire cast chime in during the main story, taking issue with how many units become sidelined after their recruitment. I think this is one of those ideas that sounds good on paper, but is terrible in execution.

Nnnnno? No, it can be good in execution, too. It's harder to do in execution, but, like... even DD1's slapdash writing was greatly improved by having its cast all have a stake in the conflict, a reason to be there, and recurring plot relevance. It was pretty much that game's only saving grace, narratively- it did an ensemble cast pretty successfully.

Obviously this can be done badly. And DD1 wasn't perfect in that regard- in particular, there were scenes like the temple puzzle situation that seemed to only exist to give some comic relief characters a little time in the limelight. And a great deal of the middle of that game was just contriving reasons for new characters to show up- it can be tough to juggle in a satisfying way, particularly in this genre space where gameplay permadeath is a mainstay and your army kind of has to be designed to be disposable. And you do want to give your core protagonists room to breathe, so they can have character arcs and stuff.

It's difficult! Not a no-brainer! How does DD2's writer tackle this problem?

DD2 aims to thread the needle on this problem with its act-specific character introductions. Now, even though a character like Zuhair might not be exactly plot critical, he still gets multiple scenes to bounce off the protagonist, show off his charisma and give an idea of who he is, maybe even exert some influence upon the plot before he, inevitably, has to take a backseat so the protagonists can get the attention they need.

Nnnnno, though. Like, that's not threading a needle or balancing the needs of the ensemble cast- that's just The Problem. The same problem that people say they want to not have. It's not a compromise option- you're just doing exactly the thing people don't like. It can, theoretically, be done worse than this- see FE Engage, which has the bulk of the cast join you as rando retainers to rando royals with no character introduction or narrative relevance- but you haven't exactly hit on an innovative solution to the problem. You just surrendered to the problem without even trying and called that a compromise.

Theoretically, you could ameliorate this issue by moving the supporting cast's subplots to the support conversations. That's classically how FE handles it, and it works well enough... but DD2 has some gameplay issues that got in the way of that.

Gameplay

I'll start with the issue that got in the way of the story- the supports system. I really liked the supports in DD1- there was a large cast, and everyone had ten support chains. On top of that- I'm not positive what the mechanic was, it's a passive thing I never really paid attention to- but it seemed like I was always getting all the support rank-ups I needed to get all the interactions between the characters in my army by the end of the game. It took no effort, and had no mechanical relevance I could detect.

DD2's situation is a lot more dire. First off- each character has exactly four supports. Are you not using any of the four characters this character has a support conversation with? What a shame! I guess you get to never hear from this character again for the rest of the game.

Moreover: it's fucking hard to level up supports in this one! It works on the classic FE model, sort of- it's built around being within three spaces of the unit you want to get support points with. But... uh... is this a bug? Nearly every action in the game does not increase support points. You only get support points if you click Attack and attack an enemy that way.

(And the way this game is designed, you want to be doing that as infrequently as possible. More on that in a bit.)

This may have been... like, to discourage players from grinding support points by hanging around on maps Waiting next to each other until the time limit's up? But it doesn't explain why healing or using direct-damage abilities don't proc it- those you still need enemies alive to use. And even if that were the case- a better way to design to avoid that is to do what DD1 did and not require you to think about grinding support points during maps at all. Just give us the rank ups basically for free as long as you've used them together on enough maps! Problem solved!

Anyway, because getting supports is so hard for no apparent reason, and there are so few of them... even by endgame, I'd only reached like four or five S supports. Despite actively trying, and there being only four options per character (leaving half my army with only one or two viable picks), a lot of these mini-stories and character arcs were just left unfinished! It's really anemic compared to DD1's system.

So- the other thing. One of several other things. This game has abilities for each class- not just passives (which it also has), but active magic spells cast with MP. One innate to a unit, two for their base class, and two for their advanced class.

This is a cool fucking system. I like it a lot! Most enemies in this game are a serious threat- if you try to just walk up and hit Attack, you're likely to take nearly as much as you dealt unless you've picked your matchup well. To mitigate this, lots of units sport direct-damage abilities that let you remote-nuke foes without risking counterattack damage. You go in, soften them up or pick them off with spells, and then have the rest of your army clean up the weakened foes with their basic attacks so they have time to regen their MP and pop off with spells later. Weird AOE heals and positioning abilities like reusable Warp/Rescue give you a lot of options for how to structure an engagement to keep your army alive against what would otherwise be an evenly-matched foe.

This is... kind of the only thing DD2 has going for it mechanically, I'm sad to say.

First off- DD1 had this really fun weapon system I liked a lot. Each unit would have four weapons- a big damage one, a risky crit one, a reliable hit one, and a lightweight defensive one. You'd spend weapon tokens earned from maps to choose which ones to upgrade, specializing in particular approaches while always leaving your other options open to adapt to specific combat scenarios.

DD2 completely discards this system. Instead, you have one weapon. You can customize this weapon by slotting in up to two runes which give minor stat bonuses.

That's the weapon your unit has. Is it not good enough to safely deal with an enemy? Tough! It's the only one you have! Your only other option is to spend MP on a skill instead- and this will usually be your only option for oneshotting an enemy unit, because a lot of your army is going to struggle with offense otherwise.

This is just a step down. It's not fun, you never really get more toys to play with, it cuts down on your tactical options- and no combination of runes will ever make "Just Attack With Your Weapon" an adequate approach unless you're out of mana to do something interesting and effective with.

Another weird decision: this game has no mounted classes. Zero. Every single class in the game has the exact same movement range: 5. It's always five. You don't get more on promotion, you can't sideclass to a horse or a dragon or whatever- it's always 5 and only 5. This is pretty limiting! Movement advantages are huge in SRPGs- being able to position yourself outside an enemy's range but still be able to move in and attack them next turn is key to building momentum.

Your options instead come back to Use Skills again. And there's some pretty potent movement options in there! Two-tile shoves, position switching, various flavors of teleport- I definitely had fun arranging some cheeky hit-and-run tactics and dramatic long-range rescues with those. But they're the only game in town, so you've got to be careful about conserving MP for when you need it.

(Actually that's not strictly true- there's a ring that gives one unit +1 movement. (Rings are this game's equivalent of Eternal Aspects from the last game, only now instead of getting a giant pile of them dumped on you for plot reasons, you spend resources to get the ones you actually need, which is better.) You can only make one of each ring, though, so one unit in your army will have six MOV instead of five.)

There's a weird and kinda samey dynamic to engagements in this game. Combine a few factors:

Enemy units are very strong, and most units can't survive being attacked by more than two in a single turn

Everyone has 5 movement, including enemies

There's an "exhaustion" mechanic that makes dodge tanks completely impossible by reducing evasion for every successive combat in a turn (plus enemies usually have high hit rates anyway)

and you have a situation where every single turn boils down to "how do I pull the enemy out of position while ensuring none of my units can get hit by more than two guys?" Which... is pretty solid as a core tactical challenge, honestly, since they give you so many tools to make it happen. Skills that generate "block stacks" to negate enemy hits, various teleports- and my favorite, a Necromancer ability that summons a disposable mook to charge heedlessly into danger and get killed immediately (but still pull the enemy out of position for a safe charge the next turn).

Still, it wears on you after a few maps- especially lategame, where they give up on having fun optional challenges for bonus rewards on maps and just say "win in X turns".

Oh Wait Story Again

Hahahahaha, okay, so- I have a few more nitpicks I remembered.

First- SoundCadence usually does pretty good VO work! And... while the performances as a whole were good, and they knocked it out of the park with the core cast, it seems to have been a pretty sloppy/hasty job with a lot of the supporting cast. I counted like four or five line reads that were just... clearly delivered wrong, like no one was there doing voice direction. Lot of occasions of obviously-wrong emphasis that would've been caught in an instant if anyone was sitting down across from the VAs with the script.

Second... oh, man. This one's a hoot.

So remember Dark Deity 1 did not have a fucking dark deity in it? Like they completely forgot to feature the thing the game was named after?

THEY DID IT AGAIN, BAYBEE

THEY MADE A DARK DEITY 2 AND IT STILL DOES NOT HAVE A DARK DEITY IN IT

This time- they got closer, I think? There was a demon warlord guy, who sorta considered himself a dark deity but never said as much explicitly and then got murked. There was an octopus god in an early arc, but it was kind of small-potatoes and not hugely plot-relevant- and the darkness was just like, it lashing out at some sort of unexplained external evil corruption; it wasn't an inherently dark deity. And the final map takes place in some sort of extradimensional death castle that ostensibly belongs to some sort of dark deity, but said deity never actually shows up and you just fight Big King Evil Badman there after it's already become obvious that he was a pawn of a mysterious cult you never learn anything about.

Incredible. Incredible work. You had a whole-ass sequel in which to finally put a dark deity in your game called Dark Deity and you flawlessly dodged it again. I'm honestly impressed!

Anyway- final verdict: slightly more competent writing than DD1, had a cool skills system, but kind of did everything else worse and was a lot less enjoyable overall. Still fun if you've really got the itch for this sort of game, but eminently skippable.

#game review #dark deity #dark deity 2

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pink-slay · 16 days ago

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After all the work and all the play what are we left with? Our diminishing bodies that seem far too frail to withstand the crushing weight of the world on our shoulders, and isn't it silly there's a bone called atlas because it holds up the world that is your mind but... not always. Sometimes atlas fails and your brain is at the whims of the wind or the motion or the whiplash you don't get to control.

I long for nights full of math problems in the library I get special access to after hours so I can sit in the bright fluorescent lights that somehow... hurts my eyes less there and I get to flee, running far away from my dorm with all that I've let happen to me there. I want to crave mathematics, consume it by the spoonful, comb through google scholar articles about unapproved drugs and all their woes and all their kindnesses. I want to think until my ears bleed until I collapse until I cease to exist.

at least when I think, I know I'm really there. My mind has been so off track lately flashing in and out of reality, like that glitchy scene on Severance when people transfer from one version of themself to another but it's PTSD instead. Life has afforded me so many things but escaping it all isn't one of them.

I am okay if being free looks confining to others. I see how thinking can be a trap, a whirlpool, a mudslide, an avalanche. However, if I could let me brain exude all that it was, maybe it would drown out all this emotion maybe it would go away.

I told my friend the other day that if severance was real I would do it instantly because maybe I could create a version of me who didn't have to know all that I have been.

to have been abused is to have been fed cruelty to have been force fed it, and I think about how I told my friend I was force fed medicine as a child, and they at first didn't know I wasn't exaggerating because my life exists in thousands of agonies, and I fear being held down and fed grape diazepam at 3 isn't on the top of my mind right now. All of it comes back in flashes, so aptly named, the flashback that is. A flicker, a flash bang, a blinding light, something to make your pupils dilate so fast you can't perceive light.

I leave this poem, this prose thinking about cortical blindness and how sometimes it feels like I understand it because my peripheral vision is so lacking but I still flinch when something moves too quickly. I think about how maybe I'm less present than I think I am and how it felt like my body knew it before my eyes could see it when a rabbit crossed my path the other day and sat there staring at me.

I don't pretend to know every omen or path I can go down but Robert frost wrote a whole poem about how all paths are useless and people entirely missed the point of it. I've been think a lot about paths lately though not because I'm deciding anything in particular (although I constantly am always), but I have been listening to The Path by Lorde a lot.

I envision the song and I think of how maybe there is only one path, not in a deterministic way, but in a "you don't have the ability to experience both outcomes so the existence or lack thereof of another universe with another you has nothing to do with the fact that you inevitably only get to make one choice" kinda way.

maybe that's why I write this prose or maybe a poem, if you could even call it that--- to realize the messages screamed at me in songs that my brain is only present enough to understand while typing. I need to remember the essence of that song and so many niche things in my life that keep weaving the words "there is always a choice" into me because Lorde may have been born in the year of OxyContin but that didn't obligate her to be a narcotics CEO or have severe chronic pain. All of these rambling thoughts of incoherent ideas to say that circumstance isn't destiny. We must not put too much energy into trying to perfectly weigh our decisions, but we must know they matter. They matter in weighs strong enough and big enough to negate whole other possibilities.

I hope I sleep better and I hope others use their choice to help me soon. Until then, the restless nights and exhausted days full of guilt about being so so Sick will see me wither away a bit more.

#disability #disabled #disabilties #severe disability #chronic pain #writing #severe #writeblr #writers #writers on tumblr #lorde #solar power #robert frost #sick #poems and poetry #poems on tumblr #prose poem #prose poetry #prose

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yeyinde · 2 days ago

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hey yeyinde, what are your thought on langdon as a character?

do you see yourself possibly writing frank x reader or are you only interested in kingdon?

He's unfortunately overshadowed by the raw sexual appeal of old men actively in the throes of a crisis that keep wandering around the ER 😔 but I really love him, tbh. I'm also a sucker for an Icarus-like character who becomes their own downfall too.

But I kinda fell into Mel/Langdon when somethingdifferent posted their (incredible amazing perfect) fic and suddenly I was like yeah okay I see it lmao but I wouldn't be against an x Reader. If anything, I think he's kinda primed for the stuff that I was digging into a little bit before.

If I did do a Langdon x Reader fic, it'd be either a) spiral + bad choices + bad outcomes (unplanned, pre-marital pregnancy after his and Robby's fall out from a terrible one-night-stand); or b) flirting at work becomes a dangerous game that results in a pre-marital affair/emotional affair.

But I like the contrast between Mel and Langdon a lot more than trying to make you like the "other woman" Reader so I doubt I'd get into it anytime soon 😔

I really do like him though!! His particular brand of addiction is definitely close to home too (so much so that it's basically a sibling), so I think I empathize with him more than anyone else on the show (except Samira who is my "who needs a life and friends and relationships and a healthy social circle when you just eat, sleep, and work all day everyday???" crash and burnout eventually soulmate lmao), but—

(I put the rest under the cut because I'm talking about addiction, so it might be triggering, so. Better safe than sorry):

—I love that it doesn't shy away from offering him no closure in this season. And also, I'm really impressed that this show is giving this type of addiction more nuance than it usually gets in media. I've seen a lot of comments about how he "doesn't seem high/like he'd be an addict" and I think it's opening a lot of eyes to the reality of benzos/narcotics/prescription medication, which is definitely a plus because it's so much more than how it's portrayed in media, and I'm def a believer that media/Hollywood/pop culture is massive influential towards public perception of addictions—which unfortunately includes attitudes/ideas of doctors and mental health professionals.

(and on an aside—the puppy thing makes so much sense in hindsight, sadly; after the tampering reveal, his urgency to get his kids a dog was a real ohhhhhhhh okay moment for me lmao)

I'm excited to see his arc in season two. I don't think he's at a place where he's ready to admit there's anything wrong, though. If forced, he'll probably do the the classes, but I can't see an immediate recovery (in my experience). I don't think, considering where we left him, a few months later will change much when he wasn't even ready to admit what it was in the first place.

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slasherfckr · 2 years ago

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Hii!!!

You know some people have alligator to be they pet right?

So I wonder how the slashers react S/O have an alligator pet?

Bo Sinclair must, and whatever slashers you want to write.

Thank you and hope you have a good day!!

Omg I absolutely love this ❤️ If they weren't wild, dangerous as hell and illegal to own, I'd definitely have a long teefer toofer (what my family calls Gators and Crocodiles. Weird I know 😭)

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Only doing Bo Sinclair and Jason Voorhees for this right now. Maybe I'll come back and do some more slashers cause honestly I need to do Michael Myers' reaction to a damn Gator 🤣

Various Slashers x S/O who brings home a gator

Bo Sinclair

"I'm home!" Bo called out. No one answered. He didn't expect Vincent to say anything but he did at least expect you to come up running to him and tell him about your day, even though nothing in particular ever happens.

He headed to the bedroom you two shared and as he got closer, he could hear you giggling like a little schoolgirl from behind the door.

"Hey, why didn't you-" Bo stopped right in his tracks as he opened the door and found you on the floor in the middle of the room with a juvenile alligator next to you.

You turned your head to him and gave him a big smile. "Bo! Look what I found while I was out with Lester!" You gently grabbed your new friend and held him up towards Bo.

"I named him Tim. He really enjoys belly scratches! Can we keep him? Please?" You looked up at him, trying to give him the most pathetic puppy eyes you could. Bo only sighed and pinches the bridge of his nose in response.

"Now, ya know I love ya. But this is possibly the most stupidest thing I've ever seen you do. You do realize this thing could absolutely kill you when it gets bigger right?"

As he said this, you realized he was right. Disappointed, you stood up with Tim and went to go out to put him back where you found him but not before Bo put a hand on your shoulder.

"Hold on I wasn't finished. I don't mind if ya kept....Tim. He seems like a very fine gator. But we both know Vincent would most likely turn him into a pair of shoes or something, yeah? How about we find a spot somewhere in Ambrose where Vincent won't find him?"

Your eyes lit up and your smile returned to your face. If you didn't have Tim in your arms, you would give Bo the biggest hug you could give. So instead you settled for something else

"Thank you Bo!" You planted a kiss on his cheek as you thanked him.

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Jason Voorhees

You peeked into the window of the cabin you shared with Jason. You didn't see him anywhere. Taking this as a good sign, you carefully opened the door and lugged in the box you were carrying.

Not taking any chance that Jason could be upstairs, you made your way to the small basement and went down. You found a small little area and put the box down. Opening it, you found your new little friend asleep.

Smiling, you gently rubbed the top of his head with the side of your finger as to not wake him. Or her. You couldn't tell the sex of your new alligator. They weren't very big but definitely weren't a baby. Maybe 4 feet long? You'd have to measure and weight the poor thing later.

You were on your way home from town when you spotted the gator on the side of the road. As far as you knew, Alligators weren't found in New Jersey. Poor fella must have been abandoned by someone who thought they could handle an exotic pet like this you figured. You just hope Jason wouldn't mind this new addition to the household.

You got your friend set up with a little warming area and took some raw meat from the fridge down for them. It took a while but you managed to find a small tub like container in the basement for them and filled it with luke warm water. After setting your new friend up, you needed to find Jason.

You first searched the cabin and turned up with nothing. You figured this would be the outcome as he typically wandered the campgrounds during the day, looking for trespassers. The sun was setting so you knew he'd be back shortly. You decided to go back to your gator friend and keep them company until then.

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You didn't realize how long you were down in the basement for but it was long enough for you to accidentally doze off on the spare couch downstairs and to have Jason come home. You were woken up when Jason had come down looking for you. He's seen a lot of things but he never expected to find a 4 foot gator creeping up on his sleeping S/O in the basement of the cabin.

He immediately went over and picked you up bridal style, doing his best to avoid the animal in the basement completely.

"Jason? What are you doing? Put me back down there!" He ignored your request and set you on the couch upstairs. Your eyes widened when you saw him grab his machete and head towards the basement door.

"Woah, woah, woah! Hold on!" Jason stopped and turned to you. You got up and ran to him. You held your hand out for the machete.

"Hand it over. I can't let you hurt Chompers." Jason hesitated but he eventually gave up his weapon, tilting his head in confusion in the process.

"Chompers...You named it?" He signed. You nodded as you took his hand and led him down to the basement. Chompers was back in their little corner, chomping away at some leftover meat you had put down there earlier. You let go of Jason's hand so you could go and sit with your scaly friend.

"See? Friend. I found them on the side of the road coming home from town. I couldn't just leave them alone, Jason. Can we keep them? Just until we can find a sanctuary or something that'll take 'em? They aren't native here. They won't survive in the wild on their own."

You could see Jason mentally debating this. It seemed like forever before he gave a big huff and nodded. You jumped to your feet and hugged him tightly.

"Thank you! I'm sure you two will become good friends too!" You smiled up at him. He hugged back and patted your head before going back upstairs.

#slasher fucker #house of wax #slasher x reader #bo sinclair #friday the 13th #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees

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gazsluckyhat · 8 months ago

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Sarah's House *TW*

Five - Shiny Things

Masterlist

I'm so sorry it's took me this long. I had a horrible reaction to a antibiotic I was on due to complications from my surgery. But I'm feeling a lot better now so updates should be regular now.

This one also isn't as long as the others but I had something happen every time I sat down to write. Literally. But I hope you enjoy it. A tad bit of domestic fluff before we get into the good shit. Shit is also getting darker so just be prepared

Price knew he shouldn't take the mission. The outcome seemed obvious, or so he thought. Until he wasn't anymore.

Like calls to like. Or something of the sort.

Sarah's watching. Eyes flitting around the room, not really focusing on anything particular. Everyone is doing something, but her. Price and her father are doing legal paperwork for something she doesn't know, there's a nurse talking to Ghost and Gaz, with the latter making a list of stuff they needed to get for her. Everything feels surreal, almost dream like. The voices are still there, yelling at her, telling her things that make her chest ache. But she pushes it down, away from her front, because Soap, she liked it, is coming to sit beside her. All pretty blue eyes and light stubble. She gives him what she hopes it a reassuring smile. I'm totally okay and not thinking about jumping out that window. Not at all. It doesn't work though, she forgets they are one of the best SAS teams in Europe. They read lies for a living.

"We're gonna go to Price's place. It's out past town, beautiful backyard. Quiet, think ''ya will like it." His thumb is rubbing her hand and its nice. The touch. The feeling of his skin on hers. Feels good to not be afraid of it, of any of them. They've had plenty of time to do anything they wanted to her and never did. Ghost had seen her naked, held her body to him and not once looked at or touched her wrong in any way. She'd expected that, had prepared herself for it. But then they talked to her, actually spoke to her like a human rather than a animal. She'd wanted to cry, to honest to god cry. It had felt so nice. To be human. They'd given her that.

"Ay' where'd you go?" Johnny was still petting her hand, speaking to only her, concern in his voice. Sarah looked at him, really looked for the first time. He really was handsome. There was a scar on his chin, she left her fingers ghost over it. Had smile lines, which she had expected, he was always smiling or laughing. She ran her hands over his lips, then his eye brows. Using her free hand she tapped him a message. ... --- / .... .- -. -.. ... --- -- . So handsome Soap blused, she found him cuter like that. Cheeks all red and eyes suddenly bashful.

"Don't lie lassie." But she was shaking her head. -.-- --- ..- / .- .-. . / -....- / -- .- -.- . / -- . / ..-. . . .-.. / .... ..- -- .- -. You are - Make me feel human His heart is stuttering, head begging his blood to quit rushing. Her sudden attention making the fluttery feeling he felt around her wild.

"You are. Deserve to be treated as such. Pretty bonnie thing like you? Deserve the world an' more." She's looking away, feeling suddenly lightheaded. "Get ya' home, away from this and let ya' heal. Show them that 'u're stronger than it." Sarah doesn't know why she does it, just that the urge is overpowering and it's either his mouth or his cheek but she needs the contact. And she kissing his cheek, burying her head in his neck while she squeezes him.

"T-t-th-a-nk y--u S -o-ap." It's breathy and takes her a few minutes to get out, but it is tattooed on his heart, her body conforming to fit in his arms, heartbeat steady for the first time in two years. And that's when Johnny realizes he's fucked.

Two hours later she's once again in oversized clothes and sitting beside her dad while Price drives them to his place. Soap typing on his phone, eyes watching her every little bit. It's away from town. Away from the loud noises and wild smells. She thinks she likes it. But she's not sure. The place itself it gorgeous. Reminds her of a childhood trip to the mountains. The cabin they stayed in had been a little like this, but way smaller. It fit what she knew of Price. She could picture him on the balcony with a cup of coffee, or tea, and maybe even a paper.

"S'not much but it's home. And you're welcome to it." Sarah nods and smiles. She follows the boys up the stairs and into the main room, which she has to hold in her shock. It's beautiful. Decorated for comfort. The couch is cozy and plush and she knows she will be using it for naps. A large fireplace was agaisnt one wall with T.V on the one beside it. The size causing her to look at Price with one eyebrow up.

"Enjoy a good rugby match." He's rubbing the back of his neck and blushing, and Sarah giggles. Actually giggles. It's the sweetest sound they've ever heard in their lives. It's rough around the edges but warms their hearts. Because she's healing. The kitchen is next, just as beautiful as the rest.

"There's three rooms upstairs and two down here. I'm giving you the master Sarah" She’s shaking her head, trying to refuse. It’s not fair. She’s always a burden in her mind and she refuses to kick him out of his own space. She wasn’t raised like that. She’s pointing at him, yours. She's more than insisting it, she can't feel like this. This problem that everyone has to bow down to. No, she isn't that. She's Sarah. Sarah who got her teeth way to early. Sarah who knows all the words to any Stevie Nicks song. Sarah who hates blood now. Sarah who can't look in the mirror without gagging. Sarah who wants to peel her own skin off. Sarah who wants to di…

She's hyperventilating, Price kneeling below her, hands holding on to her red cheeks. His eyes are a cool blue she realizes. Different then Johnny's bright ones. Price's are pools. Calm pools she feels safe in. Home in. She takes her own hands and grabs his shoulders, squeezing to make sure he's real. Not the phantoms that've been haunting her since she woke.

"The room is bigger, has a attached bathroom, space for you to retreat when we become to much. Do you understand? You're not puttin' me out, lovie. I'm a easy man, give me a chance and I'll sleep anywhere." He's giving her that smile that makes her knees feel funny. All she can do is nod as her heart rate slows and air stops feeling short.

"Do ya' wanna go see it?" She nodding and taking his hand, it smaller than his, comically small. He leads her up the stairs and to the left. Once he opens the door she freezes. It's beautiful. The bed is in the middle, most are right? She can't remember. The sheets and bed cover are dark blue and suddenly she feels exhausted. There's a door to the right of the entrance that leads to a just as beautiful bathroom with a soaking tub and a walk in shower that makes her want to puke. She doesn't step foot any there. On the opposite wall is a walk in closet that's not even half full of clothes, most of them are on the floor. They're all Price's and she can smell them from here, makes her chest all warm. There's a floor to ceiling window on the other side of the closet that she reveals when she moves the giant curtains. The view causing her jaw to drop. Her knees almost give out when she sees the mountains, the way the trees look around the yard. There's a shed and, is that a 4 wheeler? Price was right. This would be her kingdom. She tells him by throwing her body at him, catches him off guard. But she weighs like five pounds soaking wet so he steadies himself easily.

They spend the next couple hours talking and doing laundry. Well the boys do. Her dad went to sleep early, jet lag he said. Sarah trying to help fold but is swatted away, told to relax. Which is not happening because the voices are screaming at her, her skin is crawling and for the love of God she has to pee but there's a mirror in the bathroom and she refuses to see herself again. So she sits pretty, listens and pretends to not see the shadow in the corner. Price and Johnny are talking about some past mission when Ghost and Gaz finally walk through the door, both carrying more shopping bags then seems physically possible. She gapes, she knows she does. Because where did they go? She's only seen this in movies.

"Oi, you two. Wanna help, huh?" Ghost is setting them at her feet. Then bending down to press a clothed kiss to her head. "Got you a surprise Flower." Then he's out the door following the other two. Gaz setting his bags in the kitchen. She can hear him moving around and unloading things so she joins him. She's always been nosy.

"Hey pretty, come to join me?" She nods and walks to the bags on the counter, fingers pulling so she can peek in the bags. "Open them up, yeah? Point at anything you like." And so she does. The first bag is simple just some basic cooking stuff. Garlic, mint, thyme and a couple more herbs. The next one makes her smile. It's filled with chips and snacks. She points at a few she wants to try before handing them to Gaz who tells her his favorite. The next is fruit and she points at almost every single piece, which makes Gaz happy because maybe she'll eat a lot and gain some weight. She almost drops the next one, the sight startling her. It's meat, ground beef she thinks, but its bloody and reminds her of the prisoner in the cell beside hers. The one they took a meat cleaver to, his hea… And she’s gagging, running to the trash bin to dry heave and puke up stomach acid.

"Sarah!" There's a hand pulling her hair back, the other rubbing down her spine. She shakes that one off, not because she doesn't want him touching her (God does she want him touching her) but because the Russians had laughed at her when she'd puked. Pointed and laughed. Made her fucking eat it. Some of them would fuck her through it. Shove their fucking prick dicks in her mouth until she vomits again, moaning words she wished she didn't understand. When she's done she stand up and faces Gaz, shame covering her features.

"I'm sorry. I should've put it away before, didn't think." And he's hugging her and handing her a bottle of, apple juice? Fucking apple juice. And she cries. Because she fucking loves apple juice and hasn’t had it in two years. Fucking Russians only gave her stagnate fucking water. She's cursing too much. Her mom wouldn't be happy. "You want water instead, I'll…" She shaking her head. Smiling and pulling it to her chest hoping he gets it. "You're favorite?” She nods. "I'll buy more then." And he unpacks the rest of the stuff. Including the other thirty bags Johnny sets down when he comes back in, stealing a juice as well and leading her back to the living room. Where Price and Ghost have at least one hundred bags waiting. Okay, maybe not that many but still, it's a lot.

"Come sit down, want you to see these." She sits on the couch, just as soft as she thought, and gets comfy. Or what she hopes looks like comfy. Her skin is crawling still. She swears there has to be mites under there.

"We know you have no clothes or anythin' really so we got it for ya'." Ghost says shoving a box at her. She's wide eyed. They…bought her things? With their money? She's pushing the box back and trying to get up. Shaking her head no while trying not to cry. Her head is spinning. She doesn't deserve this.

"Ay' stop, sit down. It's okay." Johnny is pulling her to sit beside him, his thigh pressing into hers. "Breath lassie." His lips are right above her ear, pressing soft kisses there. Her fingers are moving before she understands. -.. --- -. - / -.. . ... . .-. ...- . Don't deserve Johnny wants to scream. "Of course you do." -. --- / .... .- ...- . / -. --- - .... .. -. --. / - --- / --- ..-. ..-. . .-. No nothing to offer How can he get her to understand that he would give her the heads of anyone she wanted if it meant she would be happy?

"You don't 'ave to offer anythin' for people to care." Johnny wants to shake her. But he knows she's had her worth beaten into her, literally.

"You can't go around naked. Open the gifts." Price isn't giving her a choice, plucking a bag up and setting it in her lap. She stares at it before shakily opening it. A shirt, multiple actually, in some of the prettiest colors she's seen. She can feel tears on her cheeks. They’re soft. So damn soft. She doesn’t have proper time to process and get emotional because Ghost is handing her another bag. Which was the whole point. This one has sweats, basic colors that she could pair with anything.

“Didn’t know your jean size and I thought you seemed like a sweats kinda gal.” She giggling at Ghost and nodding. Because he’s one hundred percent correct. The next bags are more shirts and bottoms. The pajamas being the softest things she’s ever touched. Gaz picked out the pink fluffy slippers she instantly put on and fell in love with, the tennis shoes Ghost got fit like a dream. There's so much stuff, and it's all new and expensive. She may have been hidden in a basement for two years but she knows Nike is a top seller. There's only a couple bags left, Johnny easily organizing what is what and where it goes. God she's grateful for that. Her eyes catch a box, it's closed with the flaps tucked into each other. She cocks her head to the side and points.

"Gaz picked that out." It's clearly heavy, Ghost gives a grunt when he sets it down. He pulls the flaps open and, her hands grab the very first one on top. Twilight Her heart seems to have stopped. It's used, clearly, but she couldn't give a rats ass. It reminds her of her youth, the days spent wrapped in a blanket and devouring each book. Of her mom taking her to the theater to watch each one when it came out. The second book is next, then the third, fourth. It's the whole collection. She's looking up and catching his brown eyes.

"There's more, underneath them. Want help?" Please. She nods. And he's handing her some of her favorites. Books. One of her favorite things that she had accepted to never having, touching, or seeing ever again. She puts them down and throws her arms around him. Actually holding on. "Your dad said you enjoyed 'em. So I thought I'd try and find a few." And she could combust with the emotions she's feeling. The fact someone actually cared enough to get her something. Matter of fact, the fact someone cared was enough to send her over the edge. She'd known nothing but hate and anger for so long she forgot what it felt like to be cared for. To be loved. Her nails are digging in, chest heaving and her whole body shakes. She buries her face deeper into Gaz's neck, wanting to capture this feeling forever.

"Than-k y-o-u." It's broken and rushed but nothing sounds sweeter to Gaz, the words setting a fire in his chest. He's gently pulling her back, wiping tears as she sniffles.

"You're welcome. If there's anymore you want, just ask." Pushing hair out of her face he turns her around, where Ghost is patiently waiting with bag in his hand. She eyes it, its not branded.

"Open it." And she does. It's a necklace, silver and thin. Expensive she's sure. The pendant takes her breath away. It's small, size of a dime. But it's a raven. Blood red gem for it's eye. Her call sign. "Sargent Raven, pretty badass callsign. Deserves to be shown off too." Her partner in crime had come up with it. Said she always had a eye for the enemy, like a raven to something shiny. Her heart ached. Her team, she'd thought about them constantly in the beginning. What had happened to them, if they were looking for her. She'd had the thoughts beat out of her in the end. Lifting it up she beckoned to put it on. Thick fingers brushed agasint bruised skin. The chain fit perfectly around her neck, the raven sitting comfortably at the start of her chest bone. Her fingers dance across the pendent, it's smooth and brings a sense of calm instantly to her mind. No one had called her Raven in so long, she'd missed it.

Johnny and Price had cleaned and re-organized his closet one she'd opened everything. Price taking his clothes to the bedroom down the hall. He didn't have many and so it made sense to move them anyway. Turns out Johnny had a knack for organization. Sarah sat on the bench and watched the men work. Johnny pointing and talking while Price listened. They hung her shirts up and folded her pants to put in the drawers, her shoes going in the opened faced shelves. Johnny mentioning she needed more.

"She's got more. A lot more." Her dad is leaning in the doorway, watching. The sight making his worries fade. "She and my wife are one in the same about shoes." Her cheeks turn red as he talks.

"I think all women like shoes." Price smiles her way. He likes a woman in pretty shoes too.

"I can ship her things back here when I get home." Sarah scrunches up her brows, but Johnny beats her to the punch.

"That's gonna cost a pretty penny ya' know." Johnny waves a black clothes hanger for emphasis. Her father nods, waves his hand.

"She's worth every penny. Spend every dime I had if it meant she'd be happy." Sarah feels weird. A mixture of happy and, guilt, maybe? Happy to have her dad here and the boys who really seem to care, but guilty for having to put them through it. Her dad who spent two years being told she was dead. Left to imagine the worst for her, terror griping him at every turn. Forced to face every parents worst nightmare day after day. All because of her. Because she couldn't do her job right. She was the sniper, the lookout. The Raven. She failed. Failed her mission, her teammates, herself. She should have seen the signs they were there. Heard their footsteps. Maybe if she had cased the area beforehand? Or maybe if she had chosen a different spot, one closer to where her team was supposed to converge? Should have screamed louder, fought harder, used her teeth more. She was the Raven, there was no reason they should have overpowered her that easy, she trained every day for missions twice as hard. Should have slit her thro… Price is pulling at her hand, yanking her to her feet. He squeezes her shoulders a little to get rid of that glassy daze in her eyes.

"Tell the boys we'll be down in a second, will ya' lovie?" Waits until she looks him in his eyes and nods, smiles at him. Then sends her on her way, her dad walking with her.

"Whatdya' think she thinks 'bout when she gets lost?" Price isn't sure. Well, he thinks he knows but doesn't wanna be right. He shakes his head, eyes catching Johnny's.

"Russia." He leaves it at that.

#call of duty #john price #johnny mactavish #call of duty imagine #call of duty smut #kyle garrick #price #soap #gaz #ghost

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whitedarkmoonflower · 1 month ago

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Get to know your mutuals!

I was tagged something like in the previous century by lovely @paula-in-dreamland Thank you so much for tagging me and I'm so sorry it took so long to respond

What's the origin of your blog title? It is still my first and only blog title and honestly it doesn'tmean anything particular. I just started to type something in the field as I was prompted to create my name and then added words that came to my mind until it finally said that this name isn't taken. And I'm very happy of the outcome. 😅It's sometimes the way I write fics as well – just start typing what comes into my mind and then at some point it starts making sense 🤣

OTP(s) + Shipname: I'm not much of a shipper apart from shipping myself with my only true fictional husband Sihtric 😍

Favorite colour: Red, dark wine red or simply red

Favorite game: 😅 Oh this is a good one. I don't play video games but I love playing board games with real people and one of my absolute favourites is :

It's a world dominion strategy game. Try it out - it's gorgeous!

Song stuck in your head: right now Disease. Lady Gaga. Just heard in on the radio and can't get it out of my head.

Weirdest habit/trait? Being here in Tumblr? Writing filthy smut and angst stories? Is it weird? I love it!

Hobbies: At the moment surely writing.

If you work, what's your profession? I'm a boss over a bunch of people. Is being a manager a profession? I'm actually a lawyer turned into translator turned into manager... I don't really have a profession... don't know what the future will bring

If you could have any job you wish, what would it be? Realistically? I like my job, the same as I loved all my previous jobs. I like change, so I might go for something else in some time but I have no idea what for.

Something you're good at: I would like to think I was a good translator, I feel it very easy to learn languages and I think I'm good taking care of people as this is what managers a supposed to do in my opinion - take care of people entrusted to them.

Something you're bad at: organising my everyday life 😅

Something you love: my family and my cat, my friends – irl and online ones

Something you could talk about for hours off the cuff: wow – about raising childred bilingual or in my case trilingual

Something you hate: having not enough time for everything I want to do

Something you collect: nothing

Something you forget: so many things 😂 you can't even imagine...

What's your love language? Food

Favorite movie/show: The Last Kingdom is still the one and only absolute favourite. I enjoy The Wheel of Time extremely as I generally love this type of fantasy but my heart remains captured by TLK.

Favorite food: There are too many.

Favorite animal: Cat

What were you like as a child? Who remembers that? Very responsible, serious, complete book worm.

Favourite subject at school? Languages, literature, math, history

Least favourite subject: Art

What's your best character trait? I can listen

What's your worst character trait? I can be very direct and sometimes people take it as rude.

If you could change any detail of your life right now, what would it be? I would do more sports, I need to do more sports, I will do more sports... you'll see

If you could travel in time, who would you like to meet? Oh, the ancient Egyptians, and Maya, and that lost civilation in India from where the indoeuropean languages have their roots from, that supposedly spoke sanscrit as a normal every day laguage...

No pressure tags:

@leftoverp1zza @gemini-mama @alexagirlie @thenameswinter99 @aneurins-barnard or anybody else who would love to participate

#tag game #get to know your mutuals

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sawyerconfort · 2 years ago

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Hey. Could u do a prompt 50 & 52 with Madison Montgomery. Her just dominating fem!reader and being soft at the same time?

Hi anon, sorry it took so long! I know it's been a while since you asked, I hope you're happy anyway…

I'm loving that everyone keeps asking me for Madison stuff around here, I really do. I understand the hype, she's super powerful and she's a bad girl after all.

I already advance that smut requests won't always come out well, because I'm terrible at these things, but I hope you like it, I do my best.

And you, reader who hasn't asked yet, don't bother asking, feel free! I take a while, but I write!

Enjoy!

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50. "let me unzip your dress, please." 52. "use your words."

The Seven Wonders exam was stressing everyone out. Not just Cordelia and Myrtle, the possible authorities, but the younger witches. The competition had become a game of life and death, and it was terrifying to think that others would need to die for just one to rise as the new Supreme.

Only one witch in particular seemed unaffected: Madison Montgomery.

"Lift your head, open your eyes, wear some makeup, (Y\N), come on, cheer up!" "Everyone knows what the outcome will be, but maybe the tables will turn, and you'll be our new queen, who knows?"

You huffed, throwing yourself on the bed and looking up at the ceiling. "I don't know, Madison."

"You know, sweetie, I bet you do."

Her voice was so convincing that you could easily assume she was just training her mind control skills on you. It was common to want to improve the gifts that you could have, gifts that would help you reach the "throne".

"I know exactly what you need, (Y\N)…" she said, biting her lip. "You need a girl to convince you of your potential… And you're in luck, even more so today."

"Am I?" you frowned, confused.

Madison didn't give you time to think. She simply slithered across the bed like a snake and sat between your legs, wrapping her arms around you with a teasing giggle that automatically had you looking at her mouth.

"Let me unzip your dress, please", she asked in a whisper. "Just to show you how good it can be." You frowned again. "Don't worry, it's just a massage. I promise."

Her reputation didn't help much, but you allowed Madison to unzip your dress, relieving you of at least one pang on your conscience. You didn't know whose idea it was to wear these dress clothes, but they didn't help matters.

Madison started with her hands roaming over your shoulders, gently going over every corner of your skin and every corner of your insecurities. She was relishing the opportunity, you could hear her chuckle as you moaned softly with relaxation. Of course, with someone like Madison Montgomery, a massage would never be just a massage.

"Like that, don't you?" she asked, leaning very close to his ear. "That's good, I didn't even need to read your mind to know that… It never fails." That made her laugh for some reason.

Inevitably, you found yourself wondering how many girls Madison had fooled with Muggle "chill out" speeches, and even how many boys. Suddenly the doubt seemed genuine, and you couldn't resist the urge to ask:

"How many people do you fool a day with that speech of yours?"

Madison was still laughing, and then her hands came out of the massage to support her as she leaned over and whispered in your ear. "Why? You think I'm fooling you, do you?"

Without waiting for an answer, she bit her earlobe and chuckled, a cold, villainous laugh, just like her type. You felt your body shiver with the contact, and suddenly, she threw you on the bed, stopping on top of you.

"We're not going to do anything you don't want to, but you can let me prove I'm being sincere, right?", she whispered, cupping your cheeks and squeezing them. "There's a high possibility that one night of sex will calm you down, you know?"

You rolled your eyes and Madison smiled.

"Oh, no, no, no mockery, let me get rid of these clothes and show you what I'm capable of!", she said, dominating your entire body while kissing you and going through ways to take your clothes off while doing so, taking advantage of your distraction. "Blimey, (Y\N), you're obedient, hm?"

"Yeah, but don't take advantage, okay?", you laughed. "I want to dominate this shit too."

Madison smiled, but it was more than clear that she was the only person who could rule here, within the four walls. You just gave in, because there was nothing more desperate and breathless than her kisses all over your body, wet on your lips and especially too long to take. And then there were her fingers, running over every part of your most intimate parts.

She started in slow strokes, one finger, rasping as she bent her body to reach your pussy better. The other hand, which was useless at the moment, traced full circles across your nipples and made you forget to breathe.

Still feeling dizzy and uncomfortable, you arched as Madison inserted two fingers at once, laughing happily at your reaction. However, your shortness of breath made her alert, and she lifted her head instantly.

"Are you okay? Shall I continue?", she whispered, not wanting the others to hear the onomatopoeia coming out of that room.

You took a deep breath, lifting your head slightly, but you couldn't say anything other than "I…"

"Use your words." Madison insisted, still whispering.

"Just fuck me, Madison Montgomery."

She smiled and took a deep breath, relieved, as she came back more calmly, but with the same intensity and euphoria in her body, introducing the same fingers inside you. She loved seeing you delivered, moaning for her and for her only. And then, after a while, you melted and came for her, sliding until Madison tasted you all over.

You took a breath and lay down side by side, with her head on your chest, smiling from ear to ear.

"Hmmm, really nice… We could do this more often, honey," she whispered, running her fingers over your exposed skin and giggling when she noticed you were flinching and getting goosebumps.

"Okay, I guess…", you whispered back. "But you're going to let me dominate next time, right?"

"All for you, my love," she said, before kissing. "You know, I don't care about missing the Seven Wonders test anymore. I already have my private Wonder right here, and I know, with all my might, that she's going to come back to me for the rest of her life. Because she is tied to me, for all eternity."

#lgbt #romance #oneshot #fluff #smut #ahs x reader #ahs coven #madison montgomery x reader #madison montgomery #emma roberts x reader #i told you I suck with smuts #hope this one is good at least #please request more #please send asks

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hpowellsmith · 5 months ago

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How do you feel when romanceable NPCs get together with each other? I'd love to hear what you do and don't like about it!

I hate it too in general, but I think it depends on how it's presented.

I saw people before mention that when an RO always ends up with another NPC in every route where the MC isn't romancing them, then that just feels like a weird personal insert of the author. I agree.

When a game is all about the choices of the player, then it feels like this completely defeats the whole purpose. It makes the reader feel like the route where they did romance that character didn't matter at all because RO canonically would rather be with NPC. So why make them a romance option in the first place? It's fine if non-romanceable NPCs get together, even better if I get to play matchmaker, but then don't make them romance options for the MC. (I'm looking at you DA Veilguard because boy this pissed me off so much in the game)

I always assume that those authors who force ROs together (without player choice) never expect the players to make several playthroughs where they romance different characters but then lol they don't know their audience at all which is... not a good look.

On the other hand, if the game gives me a choice about it in the form of "hey do you want these two to start dating?" then thank you, now we're talking! I can say no, or I can say yes. Feels like matchmaking again, but it doesn't figuratively erase my past routes where I happened to romance one of those characters, plus, it gives me a cool new choice to make.

I think you did an excellent good job with this in your own books (and sorry this got long).

this is in response to the question:

How do you feel when romanceable NPCs get together with each other? I'd love to hear what you do and don't like about it!

This was great to hear, thank you! (and there's never a need to apologise about writing a lot!)

I want to gently disagree on a couple of things:

First, that authors who write romanceable NPCs getting together don't expect players to play several times. On the contrary, I imagine that a lot of authors who do this know players will play multiple times, and think it's fun to show how different outcomes can unfold in response to different choices from the player. I don't know this for sure, because I'm only one person, but when I've written it, that's part of why (and I always assume people will see things more than once, whatever the scene!)

Secondly, particular relationships feeling "canon" - again speaking only for myself not for other authors, I don't consider any path or relationship canon. Anything that branches is all equally canon or non-canon in my eyes!

All of that said, I totally get what you mean about wanting it to be part of the player/PC's choices - I do think it can be great fun to matchmake and it's something that the player can opt into or out of however they feel. I think as with a lot of things with interactive narrative, introducing choice and agency tends to make things that someone might not enjoy if it was framed in a different way feel better.

Sidenote, it's a bit of a balance working out how to do it without it feeling like characters giving an odd amount of control over their lives to the PC, though! I think I could get away with it in Royal Affairs because the PC is just so fancy, but in other situations it might feel a bit weird.

(I have been thinking a lot about choice and responsiveness in my current outline actually - unrelated to NPC-NPC romances, but about some plot elements/setpieces and twiddling the "player agency" dial in various directions to make things feel fun and impactful)

#interactive fiction #i like quizzing people about interactive narrative: npc-npc romance edition

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skylermadness · 8 months ago

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A Bond Forged in Steel (Zeke Von Genbu and Rex (Future Redeemed) TF)

(Original Date of Upload: March 25, 2024)

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Story commission. This story was honestly extremely fun to write out! I've been wanting to do TFs of Zeke and Rex's Future Redeemed incarnation for a very long time, so being able to do so and be given to play with some homoeroticism is honestly quite the bargain for me. Plus, I mean, they're both extremely hot. Although this is definitely my first time doing a double TF/MG. Most doubles I've done had both characters be practically completely different in body types and whatnot so this was definitely a first time for me! Overall I'm really happy with the outcome and hope I get more chances to do stuff like this again! ...I still crave Xenoblade men TF. There needs to be more. Rated Mature for nudity, bulge, and mild sexual themes.

Anniversaries have always been an interesting day for some couples. Certain compulsions arising on varying ends of the relationship for one person to show the other just how much they care. In the end it meant ensuring a rather fulfilling experience for everyone involved. Unfortunately it can quickly devolve into a stressful time as the all-important date approaches for the couple in question.

So Zack was rather lucky that he didn't have to deal with that stress. In truth, the current day that was today is his anniversary with his boyfriend Nathan. Their romantic relationship has been going on for exactly a year now and Zack had wanted to commemorate the occasion with something special. A surprise gift for the person he loved, and one that he knew Nathan would adore…

It was actually a week ago that he had the initial thought for this idea. Considering that his boyfriend was quite the fanatic for the Xenoblade Chronicles series of games, Zack had wanted to find a gift that would align with that particular interest. At first his search was rather fruitless, being mostly varying assortments of fairly pricey figurines or small custom trinkets that while looking pretty didn't feel like they'd convey his care as much as he would want them to. In the end it wasn't until just three or so days ago that he had finally found just what he truly needed.

Life-sized weapon replicas.

It was a weird find to say the least, alongside being oddly coincidental since they were being sold at a cosplay shop near where they shared an apartment were a menagerie of (presumably) plastic prop weapons for varying characters from the game series. While the more iconic weapons such as Shulk’s Monado and Noah’s Sword could be found in its stock, Zack had been more focused on finding proper recreations of the swords owned by the favorite characters of his significant other.

As he thought that he had seemed to ride off the same stroke of luck that brought him to this store’s website in the first place. With just a bit of scrolling he ended up finding the exact swords he was looking for being listed. Those being Zeke Von Genbu and Pandoria’s shared Big Bang Edge greatsword, and the Firelight Swords that Rex wielded in the 3rd game’s Future Redeemed expansion. All three of which seemed to only go for twenty five dollars each.

With that price calculation being a measly seventy five dollars total it didn't take long for Zack to set up a reservation to buy them in person. That's where he was today, the young man standing outside the store whose site he visited just mere days earlier: Maurice’s Exceptional Cosplay Collectibles.

Seeing as he was here with a purpose Zack was quick to push open the door and walked into the shop, a bell above the entrance signaling his arrival. A cursory glance around the shop seemed to prove only one other person was inside with him. A relatively older-looking, balding and bearded man that was behind the store’s counter. Said counter also seemed to have three objects set atop it that could instantly be recognized as the swords the younger man had reserved.

“Ah, take it yer that Zack fellow?” the older man, Maurice, inquired upon noticing the other’s entrance. “Didn’ anticipate you comin’ this early. Was just gettin’ ready to bag yer stuff!”

Zack gave the storekeeper a casual wave as he walked towards the counter. “Yep, that would be me! Ended up wanting to get the stuff early. I guess the thought of my boyfriend’s reaction upon seeing these spurred me to come as quickly as I could.”

Maurice smiled and nodded. “Gift for a loved one, eh? Seein’ as yer here you could take a look at yer order as I find a bag large enough to hold ‘em all.”

“Sounds good!” Zack gave a thumbs up. Now that he was properly at the counter he could get a proper look at these objects in person…

It was astonishing just how accurate the three replicas seemed to be. The sheer size of them was almost to the scale of the scenes he had seen in the games. The massive and wide broadsword of the Big Bang Edge, its rectangular pommel adorned with lightning bolt-shaped formations jutting from its sides. The Firelight Swords looked like the Aegis blades but still possessed clear differences to them that made it seem like they looked to be two halves of one blade. It all made Zack impressed, and he was rather glad to have gotten a chance to buy them all for a rather cheap price. Especially with how high quality they all seemed!

While the young man had gawked at the replicas, Maurice had spent his time placing a good few plastic bags into each other so the blades wouldn't tear through everything. “Should consider requestin’ people bring their own bags for this stuff-” he muttered to himself. Though once all the bags were prepared he turned back to the counter. “Everything looks good to ya?”

“Yep!” Zack responded enthusiastically. “I just wonder how you managed to create such life-like recreations…”

Maurice let out a low chuckle as he placed each sword into the bag. “Trade secret, kid~”

He then placed the bagged-up blades onto the counter. “Feel free to skedaddle now. Hope yer boyfriend loves these things!”

“I’m absolutely sure he will!” Zack said with a smile. He hoisted the bag around his shoulder, wobbling a bit at the realization of how weighty these things seemed to feel. “Oh these are a little heavier than I expected too…”

With the transaction now completed, the young man made his way out of the store with the objects in tow. All the while the storekeeper smiled a very knowing smile.

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Having managed to net himself a day off from work, Nathan had spent much of the morning at his and his boyfriend’s shared apartment finishing up whatever JRPG of the month he was on while waiting for Zack to come back home. He wasn't initially aware that the other man was going to be leaving, nor did he really know where they had gone. His boyfriend just gave him a casual ‘I’m heading out for a bit!’ and left before he had a chance to ask anything. That was roughly an hour ago though.

Now the time was hovering close to noon and Nathan’s gaming excursion was interrupted by the sound of the apartment’s front door opening. Pausing his game, he looked over to the entrance to find Zack struggling with hauling what seemed to be three swords in a bag on his back.

“Could I get some help here-” Zack strainly asked, prompting Nathan to get up from the couch and help him out.

“Christ, man, what the hell were you up to out there!?” Nathan inquired. He let Zack lean on him for a little bit as the other man steadily shifted the bag off of their shoulder.

“This!” was Zack’s only response as the bag collapsed onto the ground, a chorus of metal clangs reverberating from it as it fell.

“Wha…” Nathan's gaze wandered to look at the contents of Zack’s bag. While had initially noticed while his boyfriend was walking in that it was some kind of collection of swords, the moment his eyes laid onto them he realized just what kind of swords they were.

“X-Xenoblade merch!?” he exclaimed. “Not just that but, such real looking blade replicas…”

He went to pick up one of the objects, the red blade that was one half of Rex’s Firelight Swords. He struggled a bit to just pick it up with one hand. He surmised it was because of the metallic make of them based on how the blade’s grip felt in his hand. An assumption that was instantly confirmed once he held the blade out in front of him.

“Did you go to some kind of metal workshop for this!? This looks like an actual sword!”

“No, I got them from some kind of cosplay store in the inner city,” Zack responded. He curiously picked up one of two remaining blades, this time the Big Bang Edge. Although considering its size he had to use both hands instead of just one. “I-I could've sworn these were plastic when I bought them though!” he nervously stated. “No way a bunch of real swords would go for seventy five dollars total, y'know?”

“I’m just going to state it outright,” Nathan hauled up the white and gold Firelight Sword out of the bag with the other hand. “I think you bought three real ass swords. Although the fact you got actual realistic replicas of some Xenoblade objects is so…” he fixed his gaze at the two swords he was holding. “Astonishing.”

“I take it you like them?” Zack said with a hopeful smile.

“Like them? I love them! I don't know where I'd put them all but, between the realistic appearance and the sheer accuracy and-” he was about to go on a tangent, but he began to feel something off the longer he held onto both sword grips. “How recently forged were these? They still feel a little hot…”

“What?” Zack raised a brow. He then started to hear a low, almost inaudible crackling noise from his own blade. Looking down at it, he found that his own sword was sparking somehow. Small bolts of electricity escaping and spiraling around the blade in some mesmerizing dance. “Woah, dude, do you see this?”

“Uh, I think you should maybe put that down-”

“Yeah, that'd probably be a good-”

Zack didn't get a chance to finish his sentence as the sparks of electricity promptly emanated from the weapon's hilt and in just one second shocked both hands that were gripped onto it. With a yelp of pain the young man unhanded the blade and let it collapse unceremoniously on the ground. “C-crap-”

A look of concern formed on Nathan’s face. “Are you okay!?”

“I…” Zack began formulating a response, but stopped as he looked down at his hands.

A feeling of pins and needles coursed through both of Zack’s hands. A sensation that could only be equated to feeling like touching television static. And the longer that sensation remained the more a strange series of changes began to ensue in each hand. One of the most noticeable changes came in the form of their size altering, growing in front of his very eyes. Swelling out to become larger and thicker, quickly becoming a far cry from their previously smaller appearance. It was as if their bone structure and muscle mass was just increasing in size, improving almost. This would become quite prevalent when it came to his fingers. Each one plumped up and thickened, further granting his hands a more powerful appearance.

“Uhhh…” the young man vocalized as he watched everything unfold. His gaze was then brought to his arms as he felt a weird swelling sensation within them.

Thanks to the shorter sleeves of his shirt Zack was also granted quite the view of his transforming limbs. Much like with his hands the forearm region of each arm began to rapidly accumulate muscle mass. Quickly did they swell thicker, the once thin form of them being consumed by the burgeoning appearance of raw strength. As muscles grew they only became more tangible, creases forming in his skin over where muscle groups would divide. It was almost as if the young man was being granted some kind of instantaneous appearance of years of working out and improving his muscles.

His upper arms weren't being left unscathed either. While the extensors in his forearms expanded, the muscle groups above his elbows were quick to follow. He could feel his sleeves begin to constrict as the diameter of the region increased in size. A low heat and a sensation of static buzzed through his sensory nerves as his upper arms bulked up, once non-existent biceps burgeoning with raw power while his triceps matured alongside them. Fabric would only continue stretching over his shoulders as his deltoids were developed greatly in size, rounding out and perfectly indenting themselves into the article of clothing.

Zack had been left rather awestruck. Despite the strange feeling coursing through his muscles, he could tell just how raw the strength within them seemed to feel. He couldn't deny the uncanny feeling of the situation though. Managing to break out of his stunned daze the young man could only say, “N-Nathan, I don't know what's happening-”

Nathan had been watching the start of Zack’s transformation, a worried look having formed on his face. He didn't know what was happening either, especially since people just don't spontaneously become muscular! But he was having trouble trying to come up with anything calming. This situation was proving itself to be complicated from the get-go.

Nathan then realized just how hot the blades he was holding were getting. For just a second he moved his focus away from his boyfriend and onto the white and gold sword of the pair, and that’s when he caught that it seemed to be glowing. Out of a mixture of surprise and a feeling that he couldn't for too long hold two objects that felt like they were becoming as hot as a stovetop, he had quickly dropped the Firelight Swords before anything could happen. It would seem it was already too late for him though and a burning heat entered his core forcing Nathan to grunt as he clenched his chest.

“Fuck-” was the only word he could spit out. In his mind though he was already connecting the dots. Was he about to start to change as well?!

It would only take a few seconds for the answer of that question to arise. Whereas Zack’s transformation had started in his hands, Nathan’s seemed to begin in his chest. As heat welled up in his core he could feel a sensation of swelling within his pectoral region. This was proven to be caused by his chest garnering definition of its own. Nathan had been a fairly skinny guy since the man had not really been one to do much in working on his muscles. However as seconds continued to pass his once relatively flat chest expanded outwards. Pecs were rapidly forming and pushing forward becoming thicker, larger than they had ever been previously. The best way to describe them were two meaty slabs that had risen from his chest. This new development in his musculature also formed a crevice between the two pectorals. This perfectly defined cleavage had easily indented itself into the fabric of his polo shirt, as did the muscles themselves.

If that wasn't enough he could also feel a churning sensation in his abdominal region. This was being caused by even more muscles developing within the man. His tummy, once only flat with an average amount of fat for a young adult layered on it, was becoming just as chiseled and defined as his chest. Ridges indented into his skin as a set of abs just pushed outwards. Any initial bagginess of his shirt would be dispelled in an instant as these muscles enhanced themselves and further made their presence known by indenting into the fabric more and more. Gone would be the skinny torso of an average man, now replaced by a more brawnier appearance. That wasn't the end for Nathan’s changes either as he felt a pressure wrack his spine, soon followed by the sensation that his body being tugged upwards. The hem of his shirt was rising as a result of this, revealing a light dusting of hair beginning to make its way up the middle of his lower abdominal region.

Nathan let out another grunt as he forced himself to stand up straight. A hand still clenched over his chest as the heat continually poured across his form. He could practically feel the upper portion of his shirt sleeves begin to constrict. “We- we both are becoming so… muscular, it seems…”

“Y-yeah,” Zack strained out. He still felt a bit stunned, and the sight of his boyfriend growing such a massive shelf had been a little concerning. But at the same kind he couldn't hide his blushing at just how big Nathan’s pecs seemed to have gotten now. It made him a little bit envious.

Of course as Zack feels that emotion he begins to feel a tinge in his own chest. He took his gaze off Nathan and forced his head downward, and instantly he was greeted with the sight of his own pectorals pressing up on his shirt by just a bit. They only seemed to continue as well by pressing forward more, developing their own proper thickness that seemed to get more prominent as his body seemed to broaden. The young man could only watch in awe as his pec muscles inched forward and continued to swell and round out into perfect slabs themselves that just forced the shirt he wore to stretch over and outline their perfect physique. He had even gotten his own cleavage indent within the fabric too.

The lower half of his torso wouldn't be left out from these changes either. He could just barely see his abdominal region bubble as he was granted the sight of his own abs advancing in musculature. His abs would sculpt themselves out of his relatively unimpressive form and etch ridges into his skin to properly divide the muscle groups. All the while he was privy to the sight of a six pack set of abs miraculously manifesting from his body and replacing his once twinkish nature.

The spontaneous muscle growth in Nathan had seemed to be in the process of shifting to match Zack’s. As Zack was fixated on his torso, Nathan’s eyes had been brought over to his arms. Unlike his boyfriend Nathan had been wearing a long-sleeved shirt, so he wasn't initially granted the perfect view of his bulking arms. But with the passing of time he would still be given the sight of something.

The best way to describe the way his arms changed was it felt akin to watching a balloon get pumped with a constant flow of air. Each limb was effectively pumped with muscle at a smooth and steady rate. It was a rather majestic sight just watching his shoulders broaden with perfectly developed deltoids, or seeing his biceps and triceps swell up into rounded cantaloupes. All while the material of his sleeves tried their best to hang on and contain his constantly growing muscle mass. But not even they could handle his thick upper arm muscles and it didn't take long for him to see his shirt sleeves tear over his biceps.

His forearms had been enduring the same changes concurrently as well. Bulking up with raw muscle to such a point that he could the crevices through the fabric of his sleeves. Just the raw definition of it all was enough to overwhelm him more than the heat in his heart was doing. Such perfect form that almost felt like it belonged to someone who spent ages working hard to get their muscles to this size.

That process of thoughts had even seemed to be proven as his hands grew. Rapidly increasing in size to match his massive proportions, swelling to be larger and thicker. Just a raw sense of strength that exuded from each growing hand as if they had the ability to punch straight through a wall. An idea that could be further supported by his slightly chunkier fingers, the digits needing to have grown as well to accommodate his new hand size. But what really got him was the tingling in his palms, the sensation in his clenched hand as he felt the skin upon it seem to almost harden a bit. As if despite the almost pristine condition of them there was still a certain amount of age that had to be added to his hands. Age that would manifest in wear and tear, something that could easily come in the form of callusing of the skin.

His limbs seemed to have been dealt with now. This had meant that Nathan and Zack were on equal terms physically for the time being. Although as Nathan looks over towards Zack he can tell the other man still seemed a bit smaller in comparison to him. He could also see a strange look of poorly hidden embarrassment on the other’s face as well. A look that Nathan knew all too well…

“A-are you enjoying this!?” Nathan inquired.

The sudden outburst made Zack yelp. “I-I- maybe!? I'm just…” the young man shakily brought a hand to his chest, a chorus of rips echoing through the air from his short sleeves as he did so. “Muscle…”

Nathan blinked a few times. He couldn't deny himself that the sudden growth in muscle was rather appealing… but this was all so weird! He can't just let that strangeness slide-

“H-hey, wait… can you say something…?” Zack had suddenly asked out of the blue.

“Eh?” Nathan raised a brow. “Why would you- w-wait, my-”

His voice. He could hear his voice cracking at random intervals, and each time it did so it had seemingly gotten deeper. Even weirder was that it was altering beyond that in varying degrees as well. It's tone, it's pitch, and was his accent shifting too!?

Nathan looked straight at Zack, preparing himself to hear his voice again as he was about to verbally make a comment about it. His words were halted almost instantly in his throat however, mouth hanging open as he seemed fixated on something. Zack seemed to catch onto this though.

“Why are you looking at me like that…?” Zack asked, oblivious. “Is something happening to my… face…”

His statement trailed off as something silvery began entering his field of vision from above and continued growing downward more for a few seconds before stopping. This didn't seem to stop though as a few more bits of silver descended upon the leftward portion of his field of vision. But at this point he knew what it seemed to be, the young man bringing a hand up to his face to grasp onto a clump of this silvery growth.

“My hair, it's growing… longer…?” Zack then unhanded the newly grown tufts of hair. However as he lowered his hand he too noticed something on his boyfriend’s face as well. “D-dude, I think your hair’s becoming a bit-” the statement is broken by a sudden caught before he continued, “-funky as well- o-oh crap…”

As much as Nathan wanted to comment on Zack’s own voice changes, his curiosity got the better of him. He mustered just enough strength so he could move his currently unoccupied hand to the top of his head. There he found the feeling that his hair had gotten a little bit thicker, fuller than it had used to be. “What the hell…”

“This just-” Zack cleared his throat to try in vain to dispel his own shifting voice. “This just keeps getting weirder!”

Zack visibly cringed at the sound of his voice. How was it that in just a few seconds his voice had gone from being normal to sounding weirdly over the top!? It didn't sound deeper since it still sounded like one that could possibly belong to a young adult. However it was feeling like the tone of it was becoming more flamboyant.

“Mmf, you’re telling me…” Nathan responded. His focus had gone back down to looking at his body. He had taken note that his polo continued to strain over his torso, and the placket of it was just being stretched out from his wider form. A moment of curiosity dictated his next action as he decided to inhale a deep breath, wincing a bit as it still felt like his heart was burning. But the action of his chest rising caused the shirt to begin splitting down the middle. He then exhaled from a sigh. That act alone seemed to be enough to start the steady dispelling of his weird heartburn at least…

“Y-you do have a nice chest there, eheh…” Zack complimented. Nathan just rolled his eyes, although he couldn't stifle the blush he got from the compliment. Although come to think of it he was also beginning to feel something else strange welling up around the lower half of his body. That's when he noticed his pants were feeling a bit tighter now as well.

This tightness was initially signified by the newfound constriction around his waist. However it only seemed to increase as he felt the now-familiar feeling of muscles growing thanks to the transformative effects having reached his legs. The denim of his jeans pressed tightly against his skin as he felt his thigh muscles swell up and bulge up. As was in the rest of his body a sizeable thickness was just constantly being added on to Nathan’s legs to the point the muscle ridges indented in the legwear’s material. The perfectly sculpted appearance of his hamstrings and quadriceps were becoming fully tangible through it all.

Perhaps that wasn't the most interesting part though. That came with the sensation of his gluteus muscles growing out and the pure sensation of his briefs being filled up. The once perfectly fitting undergarments were quickly filled in the behind by his rear swelling up. Muscle bloating it up larger while fat rounded his ass out more. The size was becoming so prominent that the seat of his pants had ended up filling out as well. It didn't take long until Nathan developed a perfectly rounded rear end, a newly developed bubble butt straining the back of his pants and underwear.

The front of him wasn't spared from this kind of change either judging by the sensation of the frontal area of his briefs straining against something. A new, much lower heat formed in Nathan’s cheeks as he felt a rather pleasuring sensation deep in his groin. A feeling that the components in that region were increasing in size like the rest of his body had done. He couldn't help but look down to witness it all himself: the sight of a growing mount forming at the front of his jeans, the odd sound of the zipper snapping to allow him to see the pristine white of his undergarments. That mound continued to form more and more as his member burgeoned in size. He had gotten a bulge, and it felt… euphoric in a way.

He nervously looked up at Zack, hoping he could take his focus off his groin for a bit. Although he had instantly taken note of his boyfriend’s flustered state. Nathan guessed their transformations were mirrored in every way, it would seem.

Concurrent with Nathan’s own transformation, Zack had found his own lower half swelling up as well. His shorts had typically hung off his rather skinny legs in a fairly standard way initially, but with the growth of his own thigh muscles it seemed that became a false statement. The proper fitting of his own legwear was dispelled, easily replaced with the same swelling of muscle mass that had been going on in his entire body. It didn't help that the material of his shorts seemed to not be the most durable which had made his ears privy to the sound of the seams ripping from the strain of his much more powerful muscles.

Then came the changes to his own assets. The odd churning in Zack’s behind as he felt his rear bloat and swell. The constant sensation of the back of his legwear and undergarments straining against his increasingly larger ass. The fact he couldn't help but reach a hand down and behind himself to just feel the newly developing roundness of his rear from beneath his shorts. It was such a foreign feeling to the young man, especially since he always felt his butt was rather flat before all of this. So being able to experience this weird pressure that bloated his rear as it did his chest…

Then there was the feeling of his groin shifting. That came with an emotion he couldn't suppress as well. He could already feel the blood rushing downwards as the nerves were stimulated by the sudden growth, the sudden feel of the easily satisfied skin suddenly pushing up against the cotton of his underwear and straining it. He just couldn't stop himself from using his other hand to just grab onto the swelling area. It just felt too erotic and it was taking all of his willpower not to just undo his shorts so he could let his own bulge hang out. He didn't though, what little desires of decency still remained in his now testosterone-ridden brain.

“F… feeling good?” the deep, seemingly aged voice of Nathan calling from a few feet away. Zack couldn't help but deny how sexy that developing accent of his boyfriend’s was getting.

“Nngh…” Zack failed to stifle a moan. “Yeah…”

The remainder of the duo’s changes to their lower bodies happened in synchronicity. For Zack his lower legs were visible allowing the ballooning of his calves to be on full display. Meanwhile Nathan’s jeans were noticeably continuing to strain against his own growing calves, and the seams holding the jeans together finally started to become undone. It didn't take long for the thickness of each of their legs to reach an equalness to that of the rest of their bodies.

The final portion of their lower bodies were the pair’s feet. This section of the transformation mirrored their hands, each foot growing out to be thicker and larger to fit their new bodily proportions. The toe caps of their shoes bulged with sets of bumps representing their increasingly chunkening toes. All the while the two of them could feel their heels dig into their footwear. The concurrency of their changes meant their shoes eventually started to rip apart at the same time, toecap steadily splitting off to allow the longer length of their feet to be freed. All the while the strings split apart against their newfound width. Both men’s shoes had become totalled by the end of these changes, allowing their feet to all be comfortable without being restricted by the confines of footwear.

With the destruction of their shoes came even more destruction of their clothing. Nathan’s polo shirt was already getting pretty far in this as the shreds of its long sleeves hung off his arms while the torso section of it continued splitting apart against his massive muscles. The more his chest and abs became visible the more another, more minor change grew prominent. There was a formation of a light dusting of chest hair sprouting across his pecs, alongside a small trail of it running down the middle of his abs. The small amount of fuzz also seemed to have a grayish-brown tone to it that his hair hadn't usually possessed.

Meanwhile with Zack, the short sleeves of his shirt had split apart by this point. Long rips were tearing their way across the torso segment as well making his own muscled form increasingly visible. He also wasn't exempt from a weird addition to his chest either, although his was more unorthodox than Nathan’s had been. Visible from a rip that had formed over his right pectoral was a massive scar that etched itself into his flesh. Even stranger was the bright blue glow in the middle of the scar. Zack felt the sensation of something materialize and embed into his chest, which he quickly found out to be some kind of triangular-shaped gemstone.

Nathan had watched the sight himself, and that was when everything finally clicked. “That gem…”

“Wha…?”

Nathan let his statement resonate a bit. The way his own voice was deepening, the Light Northern British accent that kept embedding into his speech, the purely aged and wisened tone of it all. The more he spoke the more he came to realize something about himself as well.

“Nathan, you're looking like you realized something,” Zack spoke out. His own voice had seemed to be finally settling as well. The still over-the-top Southern England accept that resonates with his statements. It in itself was fairly distinct, recognizable.

“Y-you haven't noticed it yet??” Nathan said, a bit dumbfounded. “The- the blades! They've been turnin’ us into their owners this whole time!”

“...huh-” Zack looked down at his chest again. The crystal. Oh, oh. “Wait I'm becoming-”

“Yeah.”

“And you-”

“Yep,” Nathan ended the chain with a nod.

For a few seconds silence just hung in the air. Then Zack made a random comment: “I guess that'd explain why you're getting some facial hair…”

Nathan raised a brow. “Eh?”

With the heat in his chest finally gone he was able to more easily move himself around his little strain. He lifted up a hand to touch his chin and, unsurprisingly, grazed over a few hairs that had grown there. His fingers were even feeling more hairs grow in that region as well! From a secondary perspective it would appear that an amount of gray fuzz had sprouted from the base of his chin. It was fairly light at first, but as the seconds passed this newly developing chin stubble was growing to be a little thicker than just stubble. Facial hairs continued to grow out of his chin and developed a fairly average length. It wasn't long until the stubble appearance was now more of a thin patch of beard.

That wasn't the only portion of his face that was changing either. While his small beard developed Nathan could feel a slight pressure extend across his skull. The shape of his skull was reconfigured into an almost rectangular appearance. Meanwhile his jawline felt like it was squeezed a little, and instead of squaring out the ends of it slanted diagonally a bit until its shape became a little more like a rounded triangle. All the while his facial features had been morphing alongside everything. The end of his nose became a little raised, the size of his eyes getting slightly larger, even his eyebrows seemed to thin out rather significantly. All the while it seemed a few wrinkles formed on his face, most noticeably beneath his eyes, which gave him a more aged appearance.The most drastic change came to his left eye however as in just a few seconds it was damaged to the point of losing sight and got scarred over. All of that forced Nathan to compulsively keep that eye shut.

“That was sudden-” was the best reaction he could muster as he brought his hand up to graze the scar.

The last part of his physical transformation came with his hair. It had already been in the process of changing just minutes prior, but now that was being sped up. The style constantly became thicker and fluffier as clumps were brought together to formulate a thick and spiky style. This spiky hairstyle continued to form as bits hung over his forehead, other bits jutted diagonally upwards on the sides and back of his head, and everything culminated with many of the spikes raising upwards on his head’s apex. Just a dense mass of spikes of hair rising from the top of his head in a neat, well-organized appearance. All the while the same grayish-brown that etched into the rest of his body hair was now forming in the hair on his head, rapidly overtaking it and fully replacing its previous color. The way his hair appeared in style and fluffiness at this point should be impossible to achieve, but here it was on his head.

Zack’s own head has also been in the process of morphing all of this time as well. He didn't seem to develop any facial hair, but he did feel pressure wrack his own skull as his skull structure was forcibly shifted to fit his new body. While the upper portion of his skull became more equal and rounded, almost akin to a circle, his jawline slanted and chiseled triangle that blunted at his chin. His own features changed alongside this by having his eyes seem to thin a little, eyebrows thinning out a lot, and the width of his nose narrowing as the end of it rounded a bit. By the end it would seem his face gained a symmetrical visage that possessed an almost regal appearance.

All that remained was the case of his hair which was now in the process of actively lengthening. As the almost metallic silver shine rose from the roots to overtake the follicle coloration, all of his hair just continued to grow longer. Bits of it hanging down and grazing his chin while other bits drifted around his ears. He could even feel portions of his hair touch the nape of his neck. It didn't seem to grow any longer than that though. It also didn't look to have that smooth of an appearance either as his own hair could be defined as spiky to some capacity. Long clumps just sticking out or curling at uneven intervals while a strange layering now seemed to exist in his hair. It too looked to be one impossible to attain hairstyle.

With that their bodily changes were complete and the two were left just looking at each other. Two newly-minted brawny men in torn clothing, said men now looking like perfect copies of Zeke Von Genbu and Rex from Xenoblade Chronicles. To say they were utterly speechless right now was an understatement… then after a few seconds Zack just began to rip the tattered remains of his clothing off his body.

“I am not just going to stand here in shards of my t-shirt!” Zack plainly stated, knowing his boyfriend was looking right at him. Nathan just watched before he too joined in the ripping off of what little remained of his more-than-ill-fitting clothing.

As they both did that it seemed one final change was ensuing. Although in this case it was happening to their undergarments as for both of them did that article of clothing alter. Just barely growing in size but not enough to lose the prominent bulge, and the back of them shortening enough to reveal a bit of their bubble butts. All while the previous cottony material was hardened into nylon, and their previous colorations were rapidly shifted. For Zack the pure white was lost to a deep blue with gray geometric patterning on the sides, and for Nathan it became a dark gray with a bold blue X over front and back. It had seemed they both were wearing speedos now, and by the time they finished tearing off their clothes they took note of this fairly instantaneously.

“Uhh, that's… different,” Nathan remarked. He honestly would've expected his clothing to have morphed into something else entirely but… this works, at least. Plus he could see Rex’s- or well, his massive muscles in all their heroic glory. Something about that thought made him feel his cheeks flush with red again. Especially since his gaze was moving up to his chest. Although he was broken out of this state pretty fast by Zack starting a conversation.

“Zeke’s pretty built, isn't he?” Zack stated, flexing an arm and feeling just how firm the bicep had become. Despite how weird it all felt he could deny that something about all of this was hot!

“I would've assumed you'd know that since you watched me play the second game,” Nathan responded. The now older-looking man then walked closer towards Zack, noticing that he was still at least an inch or two taller than the other man. “Although I think I'm the one that got a bit larger~”

Nathan than flexed his own arms, knowing full well that Zack would ogle over them. In which yes, his boyfriend did end up doing so as his gaze was instantly drawn to the other’s thick muscles. Although he was a little taken aback that Zack had instantly come closer to actually start feeling them up.

“Man, you're thick…” Zack complimented as he squeezed Nathan’s biceps. The statement itself sounded rather humorous as well since he had Zeke’s voice. “I think I might be a little jealous~”

“Eh, don't be,” Nathan responded, his aged voice sounding so tender and caring. He brought a hand down onto Zack’s undamaged pectoral and gave it a nice, firm squeeze as well. “Your muscles are quite satisfying to feel too.”

Nathan couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle as he say Zack blush. “O-oh really?”

“Mhm…” Nathan nodded, beginning to inch his aged face closer to Zack’s still young adult one. “And I’d say you gave us both quite the spectacular surprise this anniversary.”

Then, before Zack could even respond, Nathan pressed his lips up to Zack’s. An intense feeling of passion welled up between the two. Like their love for each other had been reaffirmed in some way. Even in different bodies from their own they were still absolutely irresistible to each other, and odds are taking on the form of two hot video games men just exacerbated that feeling by a hundred times. And the longer their mouths touched the more both men could feel their blood boiling and rushing through their bodies. They truly wanted each other more than ever…

Then Nathan broke off the kiss, a playful smile forming on the man’s face. “Now how about I show you a thing or three in bed?” he practically purred in his accented voice.

Zack, who was still blushing, let out a laugh. “Only if you call me the Bringer of Chaos there~”

Nathan then wrapped his arms around Zack’s waist, bringing the other even closer to his body. “Anything for you, Zeke~”

“Then how about we get going, Rex?”

With those statements said the two men happily made their way to their bedroom, a very passionate anniversary having now been fully forged.

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